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You left my body,
A stream,
A river.
What mustard seed was this?
So faith can move mountains but
Not if it falters, and I
Couldn't make you stay.
At the ultrasound she said
There was nothing left to see but
I already knew that
And that I was alone on a table.
If I long for you then it means
You were real and so
It was 6 months before I cried;
In waves, slowly
A stream, a stream,
A river.

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